Okay, I'll admit it, I was too frazzled to give her a proper interview, but I figure a week's trial is probably a better way of finding out if someone's competent enough for the job anyways. I show her around the gym, making sure she really knows her stuff. Once I'm satisfied she can tell people how to use stuff properly, I tell her to get started with her job and make a dash for my office with the intent on finishing that paper work from last night.
Only I might just have fallen asleep on it. Again. I got as far as picking up the pen this time, though, so that's an improvement, right?
I hear the office door opening, and assume it's just Marty. So I ignore it and let myself drift back to sleep.
"Jamie where are the...oh," a voice pauses, apparently noticing that I'm asleep. "Jamie?" I feel a hand on my shoulder shake me gently.
"Nuh," I mumble, refusing to wake up.
"Jamie, you need to sleep somewhere else. You're going to wreck your back," the voice tells me and I'm shaken again. I sit bolt upright, suddenly remembering where I am and that there's a new employee that really shouldn't see me like this in her first week here.
"Oh dear. Bless you," she giggles, peeling a piece of paper off my face. I look up at her. Aw, crap.
"Hey. Um... sorry," I rub the back of my neck, embarrassed. "This has got to be the worst first impression I've ever made on anyone," I smile slightly. She laughs at that.
"Don't worry about it. I've had people make worse first impressions."
I smile a little more and do my best to get rid of the sleepy haze that's pulling at my eyelids so I can actually act like I'm a capable boss. "So, how can I help?"
"Oh, I was just looking for some towels. But to be honest I think I ought to get you home. You look wiped."
"I would, but I really gotta get all this done," I gesture at all the different forms and bits of paper, half of which even I don't know what they're for. "Anyways, the towels are in this cupboard," I tell her, opening it and throwing a couple towels to her.
"Thanks. You sure I can't encourage you to sleep? You won't get any work done if you keep dropping off."
"I'll be fine. I'll get Marty to make me a coffee or something."
"Alright. I'd better get back to the gym," she flashes me another smile. I nod, mentally kicking my own ass for falling asleep at work. Not even after hours. During work. What a dumbass. She walks out, but before she shuts the door, she pokes her head back inside. "Hey Jamie...thanks for the job." And then she goes, the door clicking shut behind her.
Better watch that one, before she starts mothering me or something. That would be embarrassing. I don't need mothering.
Irritated at myself still, I pick up my pen and force myself to focus on the words in front of me.